Vancouver, May 2016:
a late spring night,
watching the city lights
reflect on the water
discovering
a tall dark stranger
$2 soft-serve from McDonald’s for dinner
his kiss tastes like vanilla
Once I get home,
I’m watching my phone
waiting
refreshing
waiting
alone
nothing.
once again, it meant nothing
I roll over in my borrowed bed
Book a bus ticket for this weekend instead
What does it matter?
This isn’t my home
I set off to the next place
alone
thoughts 